Graveways and Passengers

Histories of Rome with foundlings are re-invented because the stillness will forever be only for a few who choose not to read.  In reading is there not already a inning?  A moment within a moment that is somehow never to reach full integration; the division and boundary rule is so vivifying.  The boundary so sexual, so climatic, that walls bend and warp as the heat consolidates by loosening all other solidifying forms.  And the mind returns to the laser.  The hyper-drive, turbo, turba, a clashing chord, flesh chords warp, weave, gently weep.  Longing for the supernatural homelessness, we unhinge all doors, and black out all cities, the whole world is eating over at the whole world, the 3^rd meets the first in a homeless invasion, the million ships degenerate from a adhesive squadron.  But, generation is nomadic on the waves, the turbulence casts new form, we launch pipelines to the sky.